Comprehensive film and television: The Queen of Rolls Opens the Roll Again

"I've got it!" The recorder responded quickly and crisply. He smelled the scent of the end of get off work and was very excited.

"Will it work?" Zhang Xueming asked again.

The recorder understood what she meant and replied, "No problem, just add 'observe her reaction'. The curses she used afterwards just proved that Miss Zhao's speculation was correct."

"That's good." Zhang Xueming did not announce the end of the interrogation, but asked Gong Yuanzheng: "A Yuan, are the other Wu Fengs being interrogated tonight?"

Gong Yuanzheng clearly sensed her fatigue hidden under her calmness and shook his head: "Forget it, Zhaozhao, the news we got tonight is enough to keep my brother and the Council of Elders awake all night. As for the other Bladeless Assassins, let's talk about them after my brother gives the order."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zhang Xueming nodded, turned around and said "thank you for your hard work" to the recorder who was waiting anxiously in the small room next door. He asked the recorder's name and said, "This matter should not be made public. You should bring your confession with you to see Zhiren immediately."

Gong Yuanzheng also ordered the guards there: "Lock that woman in the innermost cell of the serious criminals' cell. Do not treat her harshly during the three meals a day. No one is allowed to talk to her without permission."

He asked the guards about the situation of Cheng Angyun and Shangguan Qian, who were the first to be imprisoned, and learned that the captain of the dungeon guards, Jin Kuang, had specially invited a maid from the female guest house as per his instructions, and fed the two people water and thick rice soup with salt and sugar on a regular basis every day.

Although the two men have not woken up yet and poisonous insects can occasionally be seen moving under their skin, the doctor invited from the clinic said that the two men are in good health and he is already studying how to lure out the poisonous insects without harming anyone's life.

Gong Yuanzheng asked for the doctor's name, memorized it silently, and planned to take some time to go and see how the other party's research was going.

He also found out that the two jackdaws captured from Wanhua Tower had been treated for their injuries and imprisoned separately, and had no intention of committing suicide. He then waved his hand and let the two guards do their work.

After thinking it over carefully and making sure that nothing was missed, Gong Yuanzheng called Zhang Xueming and the recorder out of the dungeon and headed to the Corner Palace.

As soon as Zhang Xueming entered the interrogation room, he became unconsciously excited. He could not control himself even though he knew it was wrong. In addition, he had to use his internal energy to protect Gong Yuanzheng, and he also had to experiment with the use of coercion. He was physically and mentally exhausted tonight.

After getting on the sedan chair, she said something to Gong Yuanzheng, took off her mask and hung it around her waist, folded her hands and leaned on Gong Yuanzheng's shoulder, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

Gong Yuanzheng put his arm around her shoulders and silently adjusted his posture to make her more comfortable.

When the sedan stopped in front of the main gate of the Corner Palace, Zhang Xueming woke up without anyone calling her. She rubbed Gong Yuanzheng's neck with sleepy eyes and asked vaguely, "Are we there yet?"

"Yeah." Gong Yuanzheng reached out and brushed away her bangs, then kissed her forehead: "I'll carry you over."

"No, I'm awake." Zhang Xueming wiped his face, sniffed, and got out of the sedan with all his energy.

"The four of you should find a place to rest. You won't be able to go back for a while."

She sent away the guards carrying the sedan chair, shook the hand that Gong Yuanzheng extended to her, and called on the recorder to follow.

Climbing up the high stairs in front of the main hall of the Corner Palace, Zhang Xueming, relying on his inner force barrier, couldn't help but complain: "The palace gate is quiet, but the two places are too far apart. The sedan chair has to get off halfway and walk on its own. You have to climb a mountain to visit a door. With such exercise every day, why worry about your legs and feet not being flexible?"

Gong Yuanzheng smiled and said, "In the ten years before you came, I walked and practiced martial arts everywhere. Now I have a sedan chair, which is better than before."

"Tsk tsk, you are too easily satisfied." Zhang Xueming sighed. Although he said that, his demeanor did not relax at all. "When your brother tricked me into coming to the palace, he did not tell me that you were noblemen from the mountains and had to walk everywhere. You see, you took the trouble to equip me with maids, but I still cannot bring enough people with me every time I go out, unless I don't ride in the sedan chair and walk slowly with them... Oh, your brother is so mean, he didn't say anything, he must be waiting to see me laugh!"

This was a difficult question to answer. If you said it wrong, it would just add fuel to the fire. Gong Yuanzheng cleverly changed the subject: "Zhao Zhao doesn't like the palace gate?"

Zhang Xueming glanced at him and said with a smile, "I like people from Gongmen." Gongmen is a place suitable for growing medicinal herbs and staying occasionally, but not for long-term residence. But no one likes others to say that the place where they grew up is not good, and she doesn't mind this.

Gong Yuanzheng blushed and stopped asking questions. He just said, "I don't know if the Jiaogong kitchen can still cook at night. I'm a little hungry."

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned this. As soon as he heard the word "hungry", Zhang Xueming felt that he was about to collapse. But they were almost there, and it wasn't worthwhile to take a thirst-quenching pill, and...

She didn't expect to meet a big fish like Mother Jiang tonight. Her excitement made her performance a little out of proportion. If she continued to be energetic and act as if nothing had happened, many people would probably not be able to sleep.

As soon as he reached the last step, Zhang Xueming withdrew his internal force: "Ayuan, help me up, I feel a little dizzy."

Gong Yuanzheng hurriedly supported her, and when he got closer, he found that there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead and her face looked not good. He simply picked her up horizontally, and without caring about the recorder behind him, he used his lightness skills to fly towards the main hall.

Jin Fu saw it and rushed over to greet him: "Master Zheng, what happened to Miss Zhao?"

Zhang Xueming said first: "Jin Fu, ask the kitchen to send some food over. I feel a little exhausted."

When Jin Fu heard Zhang Xueming calling his name directly with a very weak voice, he knew the situation was urgent, so he went to find someone without saying a word.

The light was on in the study in the main hall. Gong Shangjiao was looking at the map of the palace gate, marking the defensive loopholes that had been tested, and thinking about how to adjust the defense. He vaguely heard Jin Fu asking, "What's wrong with Miss Zhao?" He was startled, dropped the things in his hands, and hurried out.

Seeing that Zhang Xueming was carried in by Gong Yuanzheng, his face changed involuntarily, and he took a few quick steps to greet him: "Brother Yuanzheng, something happened in the dungeon? Why was Zheng Zhaozhao injured?" Could it be that there was a powerful person hidden among the people in Wanhua Tower, who took advantage of her distraction to attack and hurt her?

Zhang Xueming hurriedly clarified in a low voice: "No, no, I'm not injured, the interrogation went smoothly." He then explained weakly: "I was just too excited, I focused a little too long, and consumed a little more energy..."

"Oh, I'm hungry." Gong Shangjiao understood and simply concluded. His heart dropped back into his stomach, and the corners of his mouth lifted up and then pressed down, pressed down and then lifted up again.

Zhang Xueming's breathing stagnated, and he struggled to get out of Gong Yuanzheng's arms, but was stopped by Gong Yuanzheng. He could only lean on Gong Yuanzheng's chest and glared at Gong Shangjiao hatefully.

But her rare weak look made her stare completely unthreatening, and instead made her look pitiful and cute.

Gong Shangjiao couldn't help but look at him again and again, the corners of his mouth curled higher and higher, and his gloating was too obvious.